Basics!Asura, Inari
Age: 15 Birthdate: April 23
Gender: Male
Rank: Genin
Village: Yokuchi Clan: Uchiha Element(s): Fire (Katon) / Water (Suiton)
Specialties: Ninjutsu (s): Taijutsu (c)
Special Characteristics:
Name: Unbreakable
Type: Defense
Requirements: /
Ability Tier: 2
Minimum Rank: D
Description: By training the user's endurance beyond what is expected they can take an opening blow without flinching the user strikes fear into his opponents heart and can withstand more punishment than those of their peers. Physical attacks against this shinobi (made by characters at or below his/her rank) hit at -1 rank. Includes Taijutsu and blunt weapons.
Name: Enhanced Reflexes
Type: Supplementary
Requirements: /
Ability Tier: Tier 2
Minimum Rank: D
Description: The user has trained their body and mind to react far faster then normal. Because of this they are able to react with the speed of someone ONE rank above their own. Only affects reaction times; not general movement speed.
Name: Performer
Type: Type: Personal || Non-combat
Description: While the flames of a fire release are a deadly weapon, twisting them ever so slightly changes their uses from weapon to entertainment. The gushing rapids of water can burst into gentle mists to set the scene. The practice of using ninjutsu for entertainment has enabled these practitioners to bring out altered properties of their favored elements, such as a flame which exudes a pungent smell or a water that is sticky and sweet.
Appearance!
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 180 lbs
Hair Color: Pink
Eye Color: Black
General Description: Asura wears a set of black sandals with a large band in the front and a small support strap across the back of his ankle. His moderately fair skin shows on his legs as his durable white cloth leggings stop just below the knee with a pair of black ties to keep the sand from his crevasses. With a brown leather belt Asura has his pants and an a black waist coat which has gold hemming and is designed in such a way it spreads from the body slightly to catch whatever wind there maybe.
With a sleeveless jacket that holds no buttons, zipper, or method of keeping closed, Asura's modest core is wrapped in a durable black cloth with gold hemming to match his waist coat. Where most would put a forehead protector Asura chooses to wear a red banded set of goggles. While on his forehead they provide little protection, but during combat or heavy weather they keep his eye sight intact where others would be impaired. Asura finds himself well suited to traverse the hot and windy sand country with ease as well as go through heavily watered areas of the surrounding countries, but finds himself lacking during trips through locations with true winter.
Asura's hair is a dull shade of pink and stands in sporadic spines except for at his temples; right above these points are somewhat relaxed patches of hair which hang down and help to cover some of his ears. With a pair of black eyes with thin and sharp eyebrows, expressions always seem a bit on the angry side unless his teeth find a way of forming a goofy smile. His body is average among his peers with some muscle definition, but lacking a truly powerful physic. His face is between a point of softness and strong definition due to his age and can be easily manipulated to make a very soft looking person or a very evil one depending upon his mood and needs for the time.
About You!
Personality: Asura's personality shifts between three distinct portions depending on his current chemistry. There is subservient face when he is receiving orders he feels he must carry forward, the overlord that comes forth when he is on top of all the specifics of a job or setting an event up, and there is the fierce beast which protects those near him and lashes out at the evil around him.
The puppet-like personality was forced upon Asura when his father became overbearing and the young Inari wanted to avoid shame. This person is quiet, calculating, willing to complete any task asked of him other than the mutilation of his loved ones, and is self loathing. With every bit of Asura's body seeming as rigid as a cast of iron, he generally isn't up to speaking. With a "lifeless" facade on the outside everything that is done in this stage builds up within Asura and screams out for freedom.
The bad-ass freaking overlord is the personality most seen by those who know the shinobi. The maverick is loud, arrogant, and in charge. If you asked him who was best suited to lead a party of genins, it would be him. If he were put into a group of chunins, he would find himself maybe seated among equals. No matter where he is, he IS the one in the right. Taking in orders as suggestions and missions as tasks with little boundary to how it should be done, the overlord is a some what self destructive force which helps drive Asura up the chain as he seeks out power.
The monster deep within Asura is awoken only by the most pure of rage. With a lack of words and even a lack of higher thinking, anything that would slow him down or harm what he values becomes a target. With often little more than brute force he attacks with the intent to incapacitate everyone and everything that stand before him. While the beast is seen as dangerous and by some mindless, it is this absolute wrath that makes Asura an asset to his team. To hurt someone he holds near and dear is to invoke fury like that seen in the years past.
Likes: The list of things Asura likes is far greater than the desert which surrounds the village he lives in. Food in all it's forms bring a fully belly and dancing tingles upon his tongue, drink's both domestic and imported are consumed just the same, the smell of freshly cleaned clothes kept his nose cleansed when packed full of sand, cool feeling of a damp jacket during a hot day to help keep sweating at bay, the rays of the sun as the creep up over the distant dunes of the wind country which paint the sky in more colors than a jester's fire. Asura is a young man that enjoys much of life and does his best to take in every bit of it; at times he celebrates loudly, though most of the time he takes his joys silently. With a little joy from all the activities of freedom he seldom finds himself without something to think on. However, there are a few things which will make his silent joy become loud enough to be heard though. Having people kneel before him to take orders as a good minion should of their Overlord, the juice from a freshly cut cactus which both stings and refreshes every taste bud, and letting loose punishing blows lesser foes has been known to bring out a maniacal laugh of joy and pride.
Dislikes:
While his list of dislikes is nowhere near as large as Asura's love for life, there are things which create anger within him and others that fuel the more pure rage. With a faint dislike of know-it-alls and a feeling of disgust to those who feel they rule in the right when they use their position over the teams brain, Asura is seen as someone against the chain of command. Those who would see their position or pride over the life of someone born of the Hidden Sand are capable of causing Asura's wrath to come forth. His anger towards authority when they go against his morals and standings make him a great candidate to fight crime from both outside the village and within the village's government, but it is that same anger which keeps part of his mind double checking to make sure he doesn't go beyond his status without damn good reason. While his reasons for the dislikes aren't always clear, his face is one of the first to twist into that of rage as an all consuming anger builds within him from the injustice around him. Though his anger isn't the only emotion that can be displayed by face.
Motivations: Asura is motivated by a number of factors. First and foremost is his need to get away from the control of others. With Jiga living vicariously through his son, Asura finds himself being pushed if he likes it or not. With each push he strives to take control of something else in his life. This drive to obtain freedom is what makes Asura function as well as he does. There is also a need for power within this somewhat young shell. Knowing that every piece of power gained is one closer to being able to be entirely free.
While he has internal motivations which revolve just around him, Asura is not without a selfless side. That need to be free is a strong feeling he has for everyone. Wanting to remove the shackles from everyone put in place by the nations Asura has the idea within him to become the one that frees mankind from those who would oppress it. The shinobi also wishes to protect a few people who are near and dear to him.
A few of his lesser motivations revolve around the world his parents have set up for him. Influenced by his father the somewhat cryptic, but often repeated message "see everything the people around you do", Asura wants to be able to better understand what the world around him is up to and he hungers for information. Gently guided by his mother's flash and manipulation of fire, Asura enjoys learning new techniques, even if they are just for show.
Fears:
Fear is a part of every persons' life and just like many others, this Inari doesn't know all of his fears. With a general feeling of hesitation at the idea of death or being crippled being high on his list of known items to avoid, Asura hasn't had the most scary of lives. There are a number of situations and events which bother him enough to avoid them; which makes them fears, but lessor fears. Isolation from his small family leaves the young shinobi afraid of going against Jiga or Mithra's will. The modest amount of food Asura grew up with leaves him with a feeling of unease at the idea of going without one of his daily meals. The lowest feeling he has is when he is rendered powerless and someone close to him is made to suffer because of that.
History: His father, Jiga Uchiha, was an unimpressive ninja who, after careful consideration, had to drop out of the village's academy after having shown nearly zero aptitude to control his chakra after repeated attempts to even summon the slightest. Without the hopes of being able to follow his family's tradition, Jiga set out to take an apprenticeship under one of the local forge masters. Following his line of work Jiga took ownership of a forge and worked on making weapons for the village he loved. His Uchiha blood line had dwindled enough that by the age of 20 he had not once had his sharingan activate; when his ancestors had moved here to retire, the chances of keeping a pure blood line were slim. Being a shame to the family name, however small the Uchiha bloodline in Yokuchi was, Jiga cut ties with his family to start his own and start a fresh life. At the age of 23 Jiga met the love of his life and Asura's mother, Mithra Inari.
Mithra, the daughter of an exotic entertainer, had some success with her work as a more "tame" entertainer and one of the ambassador's assistant unlike her mother before her. With office work, tricks of sleight of hand, and flashy fire release skills to keep clients and other national faces happy during international discussions. Her linage was unknown, but with her family's travels there were a number of clans who had claimed a night with the Inari women making the blood line a grab bag of recessive traits. Mithra had met Jiga at the age of 18 and her ability to manipulate her chakra into colorful sparks and dancing flames enthralled the blacksmith. With her mother continuing with her nomadic travels, Mithra was given the option of staying back, and had taken the opportunity to settle into her life in Yokuchi. With work towards making a home instead of living off of whoever she was with at the time like her mother did.
Within two years Asura was born. With bright pink hair unlike either of his parents and a loud cry Jiga gave his first born son his mother's last name in hopes he would inherit some of her vast pool of talents. With a birthday of April 23 the lines of Aries and Taurus rested upon the child. With tendencies of hardheadedness and aggression born into him, Asura was destined for the life of a ninja or at least one of conflict. From an early age the newest Inari of Yokuchi was quickly developing an interest in fire. Jiga showed his only son what he knew about turning fire into a useful element to make new tools while Mithra would shower her child in amazing displays of pink and purple flames which appease the senses.
By the time Asura was walking and talking he already had acquired a healthy respect flames and a few parlor tricks to produce flames. While he could produce sparks and color puffs of yellow and orange flames, his abilities were nothing like those of Mithra's fire release. That never deterred him in his pursuit of new and better ways to make fire. At the age of ten he had learned just enough to make a small flame with ninjutsu, but due to his limited chakra control it wouldn't be for a few years before he could properly use said abilities.
When the time for came that Asura could start learning a trade had arrived the family was split. The idea he could become an entertainer was brought up and shot down a multitude of times by Jiga who insisted that a man who could only look pretty would never be able to stand up for himself should he be attacked. The idea of Asura becoming a blacksmith was rejected equally with Mithra telling the little one it would ruin his eye sight and could lead him to a life of thankless solitude unlike what his father had found. It didn't seem the argument would ever be resolved until the young Inari spoke for himself. "I want to be a ninja." That single phrase spiked up the hopes and dreams that Jiga had in his youth and the profession was one Mithra had admired a few times before she had settled down with the blacksmith.
With a vigorous push into the village academy, Asura began his training as a shinobi. His father could live vicariously through his son, his mother would be able to pass on all of her abilities to her only child, and Asura would do what he wanted. Taking in his training fairly well Asura passed with some ease among the top half of his class. While his pink hair got him most of his attention, his ego is what his instructors would note about him. Unlike his father who was someone quiet or his mother who had been a little more refined, Asura was very sure of himself after taking his first few taijutsu classes and chakra control lessons. His reputation as an occasional big headed jerk sprouted after starting a few fights which ended with a grand headbutt from the Inari. Graduating from the academy lead him to a quick spurt of furiously completing missions within the village on his own while a suitable team was set up for any work that may take him out of the village.
The time the village had taken to find the egotistical shinobi a suitable group grew as Asura repeatedly completed small individual jobs. With each job completed, another of his peers would close their eyes to him. Eventually the village would force him into a group in order to work outside of the village and to advance his rank, but in the mean time he would work towards perfecting his arts and keeping his parents happy with him. That was his plan anyway, but before he knew it a year had passed. The next step was to put himself in a group instead of stopping and waiting for the village to do it for him, or so Jiga commanded.
RP Sample:
So much time had passed since Yokuchi's Overlord had began his journey. A lot of his outer appearance had changed, but nothing would compare to the what had shifted within him. Nearly six years as a genin had proven to him that the only way to gain respect was to be feared or to be loved. With his only true attachment of the heart with his mother's still beating heart, the only option for Asura to protect what he cared for was to get the respect and power he so desired; the option most available to him was to become something feared by those who would wish him or his people harm. 'What is feared and yet held so high that nothing else will happen.' He sat at the edge of the village with the company of a single lengthy stone. With a screech of his teeth grinding against one another he had decided his path. "I'll become the hero," his voice hoarse and forced, "that would of saved you." Clutching the rock as hard as he could Asura's face drooped and streams of tears marched against the crevasses of his skin.
The pain of loss cuts like a knife, but the shape of the scar it leaves is different on every person. For those with the fortitude, it is another brick to their solid and unshakeable foundation... To Asura, who's life didn't have the most stable of building blocks, his loss had broken apart his mental hierarchy. With one of his prime influences gone, Asura's mind twisted to compensate and block out his loss.
Though he had made the decision to become a hero, Asura lacked the know how. There were stories past around the village of some of the older heroes of the village; the third Kazekage had been so powerful that his mere presence protected people, the fourth was capable of of moving anything that stood between his people and a flourishing society, and the fifth was powerful enough to protect his people from the fourth shinobi war. Asura lacks the grand power needed to do what they had done, he didn't have the position of rank to bring his people to a better point of prosperity to increase security, and no matter how much he could see there was so little he could do. To be a hero he must embrace the visage of one and tame the power that they use.
Who were the grandest of heroes? The Sages. If Asura was to hope to be able to protect his people from all those more powerful than him, he needed that power boost. There must be someone that knows of how to become a sage. If he must hunt down and question every Jounin in the village, he would do it. When none of them can answer him, the Kage would be his next. If denied, he would do whatever it took to gather the information to start training to become a sage. Asura was going to be the hero that the desert village needed to stand taller, safer, and more proud than it had done in days of old.
The information he had gathered wasn't conclusive, but from each source this much was certain. In the absolute darkness of a ravine within the Wind Country's boarders you have to find the darkness of impurity in yourself. Only if you can vanquish what makes you question yourself can you find the light and hope to find one of the elder Sages. With a new goal and the prime aspects Asura was lead by muddle and mixed there was but one thought, 'Inside the solitude I will find myself. Then I will find a master.'
After a trip to the library and interviewing the geographic maps of the country there were three options. A grand hole in the west, a river which created a ravine in the east, and a excavation site to the south. With a feeling that the river's gentle flow would be an aid to him in his time of need.
The darkness in his heart had taken form. With golden hair and two short horns which resembled an oni's, the man that stood before Asura snarled. With sharp teeth and red glowing eyes the man seemed beyond the recognition of words, it reminded Asura of his rage. 'Maybe it is my rage which will blind me' the shinobi thought. With a powerful pulse of wind from the bestial man Asura felt the presence of the monster's anger.
"O-oo-one..." the shaking and shrill voice of the young man sounded off as he forced himself from his knees. With a gentle breeze lifting the battered and blood clumped, brown bangs from the man's bruised face another word was grunted, "Moooree..." There was no mistaking his determination; with the blood dripping from his chin and his eyes mostly swollen shut the fierce look he gave would have sent shivers down his comrades' spines. "Time," he roared, with gritted teeth and spit being spurt from his wide, tightened lips. There was no doubt in his intent, but with his body so beaten, would he really make any difference against the monster of a human that stood before him and his two allies?
The dirt under his muddled iron boot scrapped to the sides as the gnarled foot dragged it's way through the upper crust. A clanking of plates echoed as the leg dropped down the rest of his weight against the metallic boot. Between his legs a few drops of musky white sweat beaded up and fell from the creases of his armored waist. Though his effort was great and his spirit was that of the grandest, the opponent didn't care. With an overwhelming force and lightning-fast speed, the young man stood in shock. A deep feeling of pain in his chest overtook him as his head slowly tilted down. "I..." he said, but that would be his final word. The monster before him had pushed his fist into the man's chest plate and through both of his lungs. The darkness of death swiftly set in the young man's eyes, long before the demon removed his arm.
Faceclaim: Natsu Dragion (Edolas), from Fairy Tail.
Subject: Asura Inari 
Fri Mar 07, 2014 3:57 pm
